Chapter 15
Someone by his side asked, “What’s up?”
“I thought I saw someone I knew.”
They had all grown up with Thorne and were aware of Charlene’s crush on him.
Charlene was stunning but in a quiet, unassuming way. She was pretty, sure, but lacking that spark Thorne usually went for
Thome kept a polite distance, and they didn’t think much of Charlene, either. They rarely saw Charlene, and when they did, they hardly bothered to say hi.
Charlene had become somewhat of a blur to Moran, so he wasn’t even sure whether he’d seen her correctly. But even if it had been Charlene, he didn’t care. He didn’t elaborate, turned around, and returned to their private room.
Charlene hadn’t noticed Moran.
After they left the restaurant, she took Connie home and stayed over to
care of her.
When Connie woke up and saw Charlene, she hugged her gratefully. “Thanks for last night. I owe you one!”
Charlene had made breakfast. She patted Connie on the head. “Get up and wash up. Breakfast is getting cold.”
Connie hugged her, burying her face in Charlene’s waist. “You’re so soft and smell so good. It’s so comforting.”
Charlene was speechless.
After freshening up, Connie was greeted by the delicious breakfast Charlene had made, which brought her immense joy. She believed that whoever ended up with Charlene would be truly fortunate.
However, thinking about Charlene and Thorne’s marriage and not wanting to hurt Charlene, she kept her thoughts to herself.
She sat down to eat breakfast while scrolling through her phone. Soon, her expression changed, and she couldn’t help but ask Charlene, “Thorne’s back in town?”
Charlene answered, “Yeah.”
Connie handed her phone to Charlene. Charlene saw it was a post from Thorne’s friend Moran, featuring several photos from a party they attended the night before. The caption read, [Happy Birthday to the beautiful birthday girl.]
Though it was meant to celebrate Vesta’s birthday, four or five photos in the grid featured Thorne and Vesta together. Especially during the cake–cutting, Thorne and Vesta were holding the same crystal knife together.
As for Jasmine, she was nowhere to be seen–probably to keep the gathering a secret from the Henderson family since Irma and Jasmine’s grandmother were close friends. Due to a past incident involving their mothers, Irma had never been fond of Vesta.
If Irma found out Thorne had allowed Jasmine to get close to Vesta, she would probably be furious.
The photos made Thorne and Vesta look like an actual couple to an outsider. But it was clear Thorne had specially prepared this birthday party for Vesta. Charlene looked away when thinking back to her birthday half a month ago, which no one remembered or cared about.
Connie looked at her worriedly. “Charlene-”
“It’s okay. Whatever these people do doesn’t concern me anymore.” Charlene returned the phone. “I’ve asked Thorne for a divorce “What?” Connie was utterly shocked, “You, you’re the one who initiated the divorce?”
Charlene admitted it. “Yeah.”
Connie didn’t actually dislike Thorne before. On the contrary, she used to admire him and even had a crush on him at one point. It wasn’t without reason. Thorne was just too exceptional.
Charlene had skipped three grades and graduated from the top university in the country before she was 18, quickly setting up her tech company and securing several patents. To Connie, that was already beyond impressive.
But Thorne, reportedly, had finished college at 13. Not long after graduating, he went abroad for further study. By the time he returned, he had established several companies, all of which had gone public. And Thorne was still not even twenty!
Thorne’s ventures spanned across technology, pharmaceuticals, entertainment, and tourism.
